The Shadow's Gospel
I remember the first time I saw Julian. He was sitting in a diner in Queens, staring at a cup of black coffee as if it held the secrets of the universe. He looked like a broken man—shoulders slumped, eyes vacant, a ghost haunting his own skin. He had no memory of his past, only a series of violent reflexes that occasionally manifested when he was startled. I was hired as his assistant, a simple...
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